*It was cold, freezing. His body felt like ice and it was hard to
breath. It had been this way for so long, unable to move, his lungs burning
from the ice he inhaled. He tried to form words, but his tongue felt frozen
and heavy. How long had he been there, floating in the Darkness? Days?
Years? He had no idea. All he knew was he had to get back; get back to her.
The one thing on his mind was, for the first time, love. The one person was
Rassia.*
Sephiroth finally opened his eyes-or was made able to see-and could see the vast nothingness surrounding him. The ground he lay on was cold, but nothing compared to what he had just come from. It seemed to sparkle with a luminous glow that was reflected by the moon...two moons? The gradual sound of rushing water filled his ears and turned into a deep roar. Slowly, Sephiroth attempted motion, first his fingers, then his arm. He grasped at the sand beneath him, feeling its grainy familiarity between his fingers. He tried lifting himself on his elbows, but was struck in the chest by such a horrible pain that he fell flat on his back once again.
The nothingness around him became much more defined as it formed into blue cliffs and crystal sheets of water.
Rising Falls...this cannot be..., Sephiroth thought to himself as the mysterious falls defied gravity and flowed up. The midnight sky surprised him as his eyes confirmed that the two moons above him were true. They stared down at him, one a strong silver and the other the palest blue. It reminded him of Rassia's eyes and hair, delicate and beautiful. Rassia..., he thought. "My Rassia," his lips formed.
"Sephiroth...." a faint breeze whispered in his ear. He moaned in agony. A painful trick of the chasm walls. Why did they continue to taunt him? Why couldn't his dreams just leave him be; let him rest, or at least die in peace? "Sephiroth...." it whispered again.
"Stop...it...," he managed to speak. He imagined he saw Rassia's robed figure, blurred and vague, yet luminous as the blue moon that shone behind her. "Why?" he whispered to himself.
"Dear God...," Rassia exhaled at the sight she saw at the base of the falls. "Sephiroth?" Instantly she transported herself to a rock near to the one he lay on and stared at him intensely. "Dear God!" Sephiroth could only watch as what he thought to be his imagination grew closer and more defined. She ran to his side and dropped to her knees, examining his face and body quickly. His skin was blue, frost-bitten by some strong power his body could not withstand.
The Darkness? Rassia thought as she trailed her hand above his heaving chest and felt the coldness escape to it. She recoiled her hand and now began to feel distraught. How could he have been sent back to her so quickly? Why had he appeared here, tonight, of all nights and places? Her stunned silence was soon overcome by the need to have her questions answered.
"How did you get here?" Rassia exclaimed as she took his frozen blue hands in her own. Her voice held as much anger as it did shock. The warmth that evaporated into Sephiroth was nearly overwhelming.
"I...I don't know. I was lost for so long...," he stammered, never taking his eyes off her. Carefully he reached up and touched her cheek. Rassia felt the icy fingers glide across her face, but did nothing to stop them. "I missed you so, Rassia."
"Please, do not say that," she whispered shaking her head.
"But it's true. I could only think of finding you again," he told her sincerely, nothing like the harsh Sephiroth during Rassia's affairs and the battle with Ansem. She was touched, but deeply troubled by his words.
"This isn't right, Sephiroth," she said. "I can only help you, now. I cannot go-"
"Then help me to be satisfied," he interrupted hoarsely. Rassia eyed him cautiously and watched as he pulled himself up towards her. "Help me to love, Rassia." He slid his hand to her neck and pulled her into him, his lips searching for hers. Rassia could only obey his movements and once again be lured into infidelity by Sephiroth's soothing nature.
The gentle and innocent feel of him drove Rassia mad inside. Why did he have to change for her sake? It would have been so much easier if he were dead. Where had he been for so long? Was the power of the Darkness still enduring somewhere? Was that where he had been sent to? All these questions floated through her mind as the kiss continued.
Sephiroth had never felt more satisfied than he did with Rassia in his arms. Her warm skin thawing out the harsh frigidness he had experienced for so long. He pulled her closer, lifting her thigh by his hip. This is what he needed. Why hadn't he ever known it before then?
"No!" Rassia gasped as she released him and pulled away. "No, this isn't right and I cannot betray Ansem again. I have the love I want."
"But what about me?" Sephiroth asked and Rassia was reminded of the episode in the Chapel just after she had stabbed him. "I do not have the love I want, and it seems I never will if you run from me."
"He is my husband," Rassia whispered harshly.
"And you are my lover," Sephiroth said softly. Rassia frowned.
"There is no competition there."
"I was there for you when you were like me: cold, alone, hurting. Why can't I have you back?"
"Why are you making this so hard for me?"
"So you do love me as well?" Sephiroth asked. Rassia's voice caught and she could not answer. Quickly she scrambled to her feet and turned to walk away. "Rassia!" Sephiroth yelled forcefully. Rassia faced him again. "You cannot just leave me here?"
"I can and I will. If I stay, I'll end up killing you," Rassia said neutrally. Sephiroth raised his brow and struggled to his knees.
"With what, Rassia?" he teased. Rassia scowled as she remembered how Sephiroth destroyed her beloved sword.
"Why do you confess love to me then taunt me with stories of my defeat?" she asked.
"Forgive me, my Dear," Sephiroth grinned as he bowed his head to her. Rassia wanted to run, run back to Ansem, but Sephiroth had once again wove his spell about her and she could not escape. It was not Sephiroth she wanted to kill, but herself.
Sephiroth was able to rise to his feet at last and walk slowly to her. Rassia could not resist when he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. He felt so cold, exposed for so long to the Darkness which was still striving somewhere distant.
"My Rassia," he whispered in her ear. Rassia closed her eyes and sighed.
"I am not yours."
"I'm not afraid to share you," he said. Rassia glanced at him hard, but there was no room for surprise. She knew he wasn't afraid of Ansem. "Like old times, only with love this time," he cooed in her ear, his hand slipping to the hem of her robe. "Just for tonight, please be mine." Rassia, for the first time in Sephiroth's presence, smiled and laughed.
"It is always night here," she giggled.
"Then I guess I have time." His lips found hers once again and Rassia gave in. How terrible she felt. How vile and wrong, but at the same exact instant, her passion arose and she was lost again in her lover's touch.
"We cannot stay here," Rassia sighed guiltily.
"Wherever you wish, my Love," he replied and instantly they vanished leaving Sephiroth's long sword behind.
***Poor Sephi! Poor Rassia! POOR ANSEM!!! Does he find out? Is Sephi gonna die? Will Rassia choose him over Ansem?? Is the Darkness still somewhere stiving? And where the heck is Sora? Does he even matter to this story?? This is FAR beyond the means of the normal Kingdom Hearts!! All your questions to be answered soon in the next few chapters so "stay tuned." AND if there's some ideas you have for the story or predictions, I'd LOVE to hear them so hit me back. Thanx!!***
Sephiroth finally opened his eyes-or was made able to see-and could see the vast nothingness surrounding him. The ground he lay on was cold, but nothing compared to what he had just come from. It seemed to sparkle with a luminous glow that was reflected by the moon...two moons? The gradual sound of rushing water filled his ears and turned into a deep roar. Slowly, Sephiroth attempted motion, first his fingers, then his arm. He grasped at the sand beneath him, feeling its grainy familiarity between his fingers. He tried lifting himself on his elbows, but was struck in the chest by such a horrible pain that he fell flat on his back once again.
The nothingness around him became much more defined as it formed into blue cliffs and crystal sheets of water.
Rising Falls...this cannot be..., Sephiroth thought to himself as the mysterious falls defied gravity and flowed up. The midnight sky surprised him as his eyes confirmed that the two moons above him were true. They stared down at him, one a strong silver and the other the palest blue. It reminded him of Rassia's eyes and hair, delicate and beautiful. Rassia..., he thought. "My Rassia," his lips formed.
"Sephiroth...." a faint breeze whispered in his ear. He moaned in agony. A painful trick of the chasm walls. Why did they continue to taunt him? Why couldn't his dreams just leave him be; let him rest, or at least die in peace? "Sephiroth...." it whispered again.
"Stop...it...," he managed to speak. He imagined he saw Rassia's robed figure, blurred and vague, yet luminous as the blue moon that shone behind her. "Why?" he whispered to himself.
"Dear God...," Rassia exhaled at the sight she saw at the base of the falls. "Sephiroth?" Instantly she transported herself to a rock near to the one he lay on and stared at him intensely. "Dear God!" Sephiroth could only watch as what he thought to be his imagination grew closer and more defined. She ran to his side and dropped to her knees, examining his face and body quickly. His skin was blue, frost-bitten by some strong power his body could not withstand.
The Darkness? Rassia thought as she trailed her hand above his heaving chest and felt the coldness escape to it. She recoiled her hand and now began to feel distraught. How could he have been sent back to her so quickly? Why had he appeared here, tonight, of all nights and places? Her stunned silence was soon overcome by the need to have her questions answered.
"How did you get here?" Rassia exclaimed as she took his frozen blue hands in her own. Her voice held as much anger as it did shock. The warmth that evaporated into Sephiroth was nearly overwhelming.
"I...I don't know. I was lost for so long...," he stammered, never taking his eyes off her. Carefully he reached up and touched her cheek. Rassia felt the icy fingers glide across her face, but did nothing to stop them. "I missed you so, Rassia."
"Please, do not say that," she whispered shaking her head.
"But it's true. I could only think of finding you again," he told her sincerely, nothing like the harsh Sephiroth during Rassia's affairs and the battle with Ansem. She was touched, but deeply troubled by his words.
"This isn't right, Sephiroth," she said. "I can only help you, now. I cannot go-"
"Then help me to be satisfied," he interrupted hoarsely. Rassia eyed him cautiously and watched as he pulled himself up towards her. "Help me to love, Rassia." He slid his hand to her neck and pulled her into him, his lips searching for hers. Rassia could only obey his movements and once again be lured into infidelity by Sephiroth's soothing nature.
The gentle and innocent feel of him drove Rassia mad inside. Why did he have to change for her sake? It would have been so much easier if he were dead. Where had he been for so long? Was the power of the Darkness still enduring somewhere? Was that where he had been sent to? All these questions floated through her mind as the kiss continued.
Sephiroth had never felt more satisfied than he did with Rassia in his arms. Her warm skin thawing out the harsh frigidness he had experienced for so long. He pulled her closer, lifting her thigh by his hip. This is what he needed. Why hadn't he ever known it before then?
"No!" Rassia gasped as she released him and pulled away. "No, this isn't right and I cannot betray Ansem again. I have the love I want."
"But what about me?" Sephiroth asked and Rassia was reminded of the episode in the Chapel just after she had stabbed him. "I do not have the love I want, and it seems I never will if you run from me."
"He is my husband," Rassia whispered harshly.
"And you are my lover," Sephiroth said softly. Rassia frowned.
"There is no competition there."
"I was there for you when you were like me: cold, alone, hurting. Why can't I have you back?"
"Why are you making this so hard for me?"
"So you do love me as well?" Sephiroth asked. Rassia's voice caught and she could not answer. Quickly she scrambled to her feet and turned to walk away. "Rassia!" Sephiroth yelled forcefully. Rassia faced him again. "You cannot just leave me here?"
"I can and I will. If I stay, I'll end up killing you," Rassia said neutrally. Sephiroth raised his brow and struggled to his knees.
"With what, Rassia?" he teased. Rassia scowled as she remembered how Sephiroth destroyed her beloved sword.
"Why do you confess love to me then taunt me with stories of my defeat?" she asked.
"Forgive me, my Dear," Sephiroth grinned as he bowed his head to her. Rassia wanted to run, run back to Ansem, but Sephiroth had once again wove his spell about her and she could not escape. It was not Sephiroth she wanted to kill, but herself.
Sephiroth was able to rise to his feet at last and walk slowly to her. Rassia could not resist when he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. He felt so cold, exposed for so long to the Darkness which was still striving somewhere distant.
"My Rassia," he whispered in her ear. Rassia closed her eyes and sighed.
"I am not yours."
"I'm not afraid to share you," he said. Rassia glanced at him hard, but there was no room for surprise. She knew he wasn't afraid of Ansem. "Like old times, only with love this time," he cooed in her ear, his hand slipping to the hem of her robe. "Just for tonight, please be mine." Rassia, for the first time in Sephiroth's presence, smiled and laughed.
"It is always night here," she giggled.
"Then I guess I have time." His lips found hers once again and Rassia gave in. How terrible she felt. How vile and wrong, but at the same exact instant, her passion arose and she was lost again in her lover's touch.
"We cannot stay here," Rassia sighed guiltily.
"Wherever you wish, my Love," he replied and instantly they vanished leaving Sephiroth's long sword behind.
***Poor Sephi! Poor Rassia! POOR ANSEM!!! Does he find out? Is Sephi gonna die? Will Rassia choose him over Ansem?? Is the Darkness still somewhere stiving? And where the heck is Sora? Does he even matter to this story?? This is FAR beyond the means of the normal Kingdom Hearts!! All your questions to be answered soon in the next few chapters so "stay tuned." AND if there's some ideas you have for the story or predictions, I'd LOVE to hear them so hit me back. Thanx!!***
